Ribbon

  I read this poem out loud to an audience in high school for the Talent Show.  I got absolute last place.

Ribbon

You know I can still smell you
on that ribbon from your hair
I keep it in my wallet
to remember you so fair
You dropped it on the floor one day
and left it as you drove
A car that took you straight to God
and left me all alone
I come to see you all the time
as you sleep beneath a stone
The tombs to a mosaic make
above a bed that's now your home